


The Big 4

by JLaLa



Category: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Complete, Established Relationship, F/M, One-Shot, San Francisco, birthday gift, everlark
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-06-15
Updated: 2020-06-15
Packaged: 2021-03-04 07:21:46
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,567
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24729637
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JLaLa/pseuds/JLaLa
Summary: When it comes to their daughter, Peeta has a hard time letting go. Thank goodness he has Katniss to ground him—and to drag around San Francisco. Established relationship.
Relationships: Annie and Finnick's Son/Katniss and Peeta's Daughter, Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark
Comments: 6
Kudos: 58





	The Big 4

**Author's Note:**

  * For [KeelaC](https://archiveofourown.org/users/KeelaC/gifts).



> Happy birthday keelaree! I hope that you enjoy this little birthday story. There’s no birthdays in this story, but there’s fluff.  
> I’m also low-key trying to convince keelaree to come back to San Francisco.
> 
> For all other readers, here are the guidelines that keelaree gave me.  
> • The sentence, “I think that’s the first time I’ve been surprised by your antics.”  
> • Established relationship (Dating, Engaged, Married—my choice)  
> • Set in San Francisco (Woot!)

The Big 4

Peeta was always a concerned father.

Since the moment that little window of Katniss’ pregnancy test displayed that pink plus sign, he knew that his life would be a series of nail-biting moments. His wife, calm woman she was, handled her pregnancy with ease, continuing to work as the CEO of her SOMA startup until the very moment her water broke.

Everyone was sent home that day as she refused to let anyone but Peeta—and her assistant, Rue—see her have a contraction.

Rylan Leia (he is a die-hard Star Wars fan) Mellark was born eleven hours later, weighing 8 lbs and 11 oz, and just as beautiful as his Katniss.

Her eyes, however, were his ocean blue.

Katniss was tearing it up in the tech world, inventing an app that catered to local merchants to help boost their businesses as well as pay homage to the one thing they loved to do together—walk their city. They lived in the Outer Mission, a scant walk from Valencia Street where you could get a burrito, buy a cute pair of heels in a vintage store, and tour Clarion Alley to look at the murals done by the local artists.

So, he opted to work from home to take care of Rylan, now known as Rye, so that Katniss could return to work.

He was a business manager for a few small businesses and practices so he could communicate with them through e-mails with Rye strapped to his chest.

As it would happen, Rye was a daddy’s girl.

In turn, he adored his daughter.

She was just as close to Katniss, of course; they would have ‘Girls Meeting’ twice a week where they would go to lunch together or Rye would visit her Mom’s office. During ‘Heroes Day’, Rye proudly introduced Katniss Everdeen-Mellark as ‘the most kickass hero of the tech world’—thankfully, none of the parents made too big a deal over their daughter’s words.

However, he was the kind of Dad that had her on preschool waiting lists by her first birthday (the preschool competition was no joke), that hand-made her lunches to put into the Sailor Moon bento box that she just _needed_ to have, that made the cupcakes for her birthday to share with her class, that brought her to all her lessons—ballet, karate, piano…

No one was going to love her like Peeta did.

Kids grow up and though he wished it wasn’t so, Rye eventually did.

He and Katniss watched her turn into an extroverted child— _first place in her elementary talent show!—_ to an awkward middle schooler. She refused to look at her sixth grade school photo to this day though her parents found her adorable with the baby blue braces.

In high school—to Peeta’s detriment—Rye blossomed.

He was hardly surprised.

Peeta had known Katniss since they were kids and when high school came, she had gone from pretty preteen to gorgeous teenager. He still remembered the moment that he saw her walking down the hall freshmen year in a baby tee and leggings that displayed her more womanly attributes.

He still wondered sometimes how he even got Katniss Everdeen to look in his direction.

Unfortunately, Rye was the spitting image of his wife with the exception of her eyes which apparently were the envy of every girl in her school. She had been voted ‘Most Attractive’ and ‘Best Eyes’ all through high school.

During Rye’s junior year, Katniss had a sudden bout of dizziness as she helped their daughter with her college applications.

They assumed that it was the flu. It turned out to be a baby.

William Alan (he had refused Severus as middle name but agreed, for his wife’s sake, to pay homage to the late actor) Mellark was born midway through Rye’s senior year.

By then, they had left their little hipster loft in the Outer Mission for an Italian villa-inspired house in St. Francis Wood, a neighborhood in the Twin Peaks District.

Rye got into UC Berkeley, entering with the intention of going into Biomedical Sciences. She wanted to cure diseases; perhaps eventually become a doctor. He and Katniss couldn’t be prouder.

And for a moment, life was good.

Until today.

Today, he and Katniss are sitting on their couch as Cian Odair fiddles with his hands and delivers the worst news in the world—to him anyway.

“I’d like your blessing,” he begins nervously. “I want to propose to Rye.”

++++++

“Why didn’t you say no?”

Katniss narrows her smoky eyes on Peeta as she unbuttons her blouse. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because you just don’t!” he replies helplessly, unbuttoning his own shirt.

Cian has taken Rye to dinner though he assured them that he wouldn’t be proposing tonight. His parents are waiting to get the engagement ring from their ancestral home in Ireland; they’ve known the Odairs for years and are actually quite close to Finnick and Annie.

Peeta has serious thoughts on revoking their friendship.

“That’s the dumbest reason in the world.” Katniss snorts. “ _‘Because you just don’t.’_ Come on, Peeta.” She walks over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady him. “They’ve been together since high school. Cian would never go into this blindly. He loves Rye. She loves him, too.”

“But, she’s too young!” he points out. “Rye has just turned twenty. She should at least wait until she’s twenty-five to even think about marriage.”

“I was younger than her when we got married.” Katniss wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body against him. Age has only added to her beauty; Peeta adores her laugh lines and the soft curves that motherhood has brought to her body. “And we have never regretted it, have we?”

Peeta presses a kiss to her chin. “Never ever. I love you, Katniss Everdeen-Mellark.”

She smiles at him, her hands reaching to his hair.

“I love you, too. Also, I’ve never realized how long my name is. What the hell was I thinking?”

“I believe you said that you didn’t want to give up the Everdeen name,” he informs her.

“Oh yeah.” Her lips brush against his and he has the sudden urge to push up the pencil skirt she’s wearing to have her right then and there. “But I adore being a Mellark.”

“Good to know,” Peeta replies. He meets his wife’s eyes and sighs. “I’m not ready to give her up.”

“You’re not giving her up,” Katniss says soothingly. “She’s always going to be ours.”

“No, she’ll be Cian’s.”

His wife laughs. “Don’t be such a brat!” Her hands fiddle with the remaining buttons of his shirt. “Plus, I’m yours. Always.”

His fingers are already reaching to the zipper of her skirt. “Is that right?”

“As if it were tattooed on my ass,” Katniss swears.

Peeta grins, slowly moving the zipper down. “Watch out. I may hold you to that.”

His wife shimmies, letting the skirt fall to the carpet. Katniss toes it away, leaving her clad in a satin green bra and matching bikini panties before turning towards their bed.

She stops halfway, looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes teasing.

“Well, why don’t we get into bed so you can show me _exactly_ where you’d like my tattoo?”

Being married to Katniss was never boring.

++++++

Two weeks later, they are still waiting for Rye to make the announcement.

Each time Peeta receives a text from his daughter, he cringes thinking this is it…he is losing his baby girl to a handsome Irish boy who himself is barely an adult.

On the opposing end, Katniss remains serene—but that is just her. She is so used to managing high pressure situations that her mind just warps into boss mode.

Or—as their daughter likes to call Katniss’ Type-A work persona—boss bitch mode.

“Will?” Their two-year-old toddles over to Katniss as they sit in the den. “Would you please help me clean up your toys?”

Will is all blond curls and Katniss’ steel eyes; a seriously cute and rare combination.

He shakes his head at his mother. “No.”

However, his attitude is all toddler.

“Then, we won’t be watching anymore _Blue’s Clues_ , will we?” Katniss counters.

Peeta watches his lips tremble, anticipating a fight between the two. He knows that his son will immediately look to him to mediate and persuade Katniss to relent. Neither one of them knows where he inherited such wonderful acting skills, since neither of them are theatre people.

The slam of the front door breaks the standoff as Rye suddenly rushes into the den.

“Hello!” She hugs Katniss, picking up Will and placing a kiss to his cheek, before plopping down next to Peeta on the couch. “I have some news.”

Katniss sits down next to their daughter. “Oh?”

She looks over Rye’s head to meet his anxious gaze.

“Well, I’ve been applying to some biomedical programs and today I found out…that I got into one,” Rye informs them.

Peeta is brimming with pride over the news. He’s not losing his little girl today. “That’s great!”

“The thing is…it’s in Boston.”

Katniss looks panicked. However, she recovers quickly and places a hand over Rye’s trembling one.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart.” She gives their daughter a sad smile. “Is Boston what you really want?”

Rye nods. “It is my first choice—only because the program is top notch.”

“And Cian, what does he think?” he finds himself asking.

“He was there when I filled out the application, so I could only hope that he supports me,” Rye tells them.

Her smile, however, is lackluster.

Peeta thinks about what would happen if this had happened to himself and Katniss. Would he have followed the woman he loved across the country?

In a second.

So, he has no doubt that Cian would do the same.

Peeta reaches over, squeezing his daughter’s shoulder in solidarity and giving her a smile.

“He will,” he reassures her.

They all go quiet for a moment. Even Will has stopped fussing on his sister’s lap.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Katniss asks.

Rye grins. “Yes. I think I’d like to stay in my old room tonight if that’s okay.”

“You never have to ask,” Peeta tells her.

++++++

Cian is proposing tonight.

The message was relayed to them by the Odairs from their son. He is taking Rye out tonight and she is currently in their bedroom with Katniss borrowing a Dolce and Gabbana dress for their fancy night out.

Rye tells them that Cian wants to celebrate her acceptance into the Boston program by taking her on a day out in San Francisco, ending with dinner. However, she doesn’t know about the emerald ring that has arrived from Ireland; Finnick texted the photo to him and Katniss—his wife’s eyes shimmered as bright as the stone seeing their daughter’s engagement ring.

The doorbell rings and Will runs to the door, just barely breaking in front of it.

Peeta rushes just barely catching him before he knocks his head into the wood.

“You’re getting way too fast for your old man!”

The toddler giggles, patting his cheeks. “Funny Daddy!”

Peeta kisses the top of his head. “Stay this old forever, okay?”

Will nods. “Okay.”

Taking a deep breath, he opens the door and finds a nervous Cian in front of him. He’s in a navy suit, a white button down underneath; his copper hair is brushed back neatly and he is the picture of the perfect suitor.

“Hi, Mr. Mellark,” Cian greets breathlessly.

Reluctantly, he widens the door. “Come in. You look great!”

Will reaches out to the boy. “Cian!”

Traitor.

“Let’s not mess up Cian’s suit,” Peeta admonishes.

“It’s alright, Mr. Mellark.” Cian takes Will easily from his arms. “Holding him might keep me steadier than I feel.”

“Of course. Let’s go sit in the living room,” he offers.

They all walk into the living room and Peeta sits on the couch, thinking about how a few weeks ago, the boy in front of him changed his once peaceful life into a waiting game.

He looks to Cian. “So…you ready?”

“I have the ring tucked away in a safe place,” Cian replies, patting the breast of jacket. “But we’ll be making some stops before dinner.”

“Anywhere interesting?”

“Just some memorable spots.”

His answer is enigmatic and Peeta bristles, not being in the know. Rye is his only daughter after all; he and Katniss should know something.

Cian meets his stare, bouncing Will in his lap. “Do you have any advice on how to do this?”

_Don’t do it; don’t take her away from us._

He wants to shout these words through the ceiling. However, he risks a certain death if Katniss catches on.

Peeta’s musings are interrupted by the woman rushing down the stairs in a fitted black dress.

“Does it really make sense to wear a cocktail dress in the afternoon?” Rye says as she steps into the living room. She gives Peeta a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping next to Cian, giving him a twirl. Will moves down Cian’s legs to hug his sister’s waist and she affectionately ruffles his curls. “Acceptable?”

Cian’s gaze is tender at the sight of her. “You are…beautiful.”

Katniss joins them, her smile bright. “Both of you look great.”

Her arm wraps around Peeta’s waist and the comfort of his wife’s presence is enough to ground him and the thought of wrapping his arms around Rye’s ankles subsides.

He _must_ be logical about this, not emotional.

So as the young couple walk out the door, Peeta calls out, “Cian.”

The boy…man—he has to stop calling him that—turns to back to him.

“Just…be truthful.”

Cian nods after a moment. “Thanks, Mr. Mellark.”

Then, with a click of the front door, they were gone.

Katniss picks Will up, blowing a raspberry on his cheek.

Their son squeals. “Again!”

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Rye rushes into his arms.

Peeta swears he can still smell baby shampoo in her dark waves.

Then she goes to Katniss to kiss her cheek and places a kiss to her brother’s head.

“Thanks for everything!”

As fast as she came in, Rye is gone in a flash.

“It’s going to go great,” Katniss assures him before heading down to the den with Will.

Peeta is still staring at the front door.

“Yeah, great.”

++++++

Precisely twenty minutes later, Peeta is on his phone trying to get an Uber. At the same time, he’s texting Finnick asking if he knows where their kids are going.

There’s no rhyme or reason to why he’s doing it—or why he’s hiding inside their walk-in closet underneath Katniss’ coats.

However, Peeta has been there for every big event in Rye’s life. It’s not right to not be able to see this moment. Katniss would understand; she has guided their daughter through every emotional milestone—her first crush (Disney’s Aladdin), her first kiss (some boy with braces in the 7th grade), her first heartbreak (Prince William marrying Kate Middleton)—so she would want to be part of this, too.

Peeta just needed to convince her.

“What the hell are you doing?”

His wife stands in the doorway, her mouth in a tight line. Will clings to her, legs around her waist.

He gives her his most innocent smile. “Buying you a present?”

Katniss catches on immediately. “Liar.” She sighs, joining him on the floor and Will crawls into his lap. “You know, Johanna from across the street will let us borrow her car. We’ll just need to put Will’s car seat in the backseat—”

He cuts her off immediately with a full kiss to her lips, deepening as his hand moves to the back of her hair and his fingers tangle in her thick locks.

They finally pull apart, mussed but grinning.

“You know,” Katniss begins, her face flushed. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever been surprised by your antics.”

++++++

_The Wave Organ-Marina District_

“God, we haven’t been here in forever!” Peeta exclaims as he looks through his binoculars, watching as his daughter walks hand in hand with her boyfriend. Next to him, Katniss is looking through her phone, scrolling through her work inbox. Will is fast asleep in the backseat “I remember taking you here freshmen year.”

His wife places her phone down and takes his hand.

The wave organ is at the end of a concrete walkway along the San Francisco Bay. He can still remember the sound of the waves against it as he walked hand in hand with the prettiest girl at Galileo High School. His eyes go to his wife, remembering her in her white windbreaker and jeans, her hair in a single braid that went down her back as she listened at the end of each of those pipes, marveling at the different pitches that the waves made.

“You remembered the story that my Dad used to tell me,” she says softly, her grey eyes warm. “How my mother fell in love with his voice first. She stills believes to this day that his voice was so beautiful that the birds stopped to listen.”

“I can’t sing,” he replied. “But I wanted you to feel like the city was singing for you.”

Katniss chuckles. “I remember that you recited this whole spiel about it—like you memorized it from a brochure.”

He turns to her, cheeks hot. “I did.” A guffaw escapes his wife’s mouth. “I got it from some tourist booth in The Ferry Building and just memorized it.”

“I remember…” She held her chin high, looking to him. “‘ _It’s made from granite and marbled from a demolished cemetery, you know. There are more than 20 PVC and concrete pipes that go down to the water but in different elevations…and the sounds are made by the waves crashing against the pipes.’_ I finally had to shut you up by kissing you!”

“Our first kiss…I can’t believe that you remember my stupid little speech,” he tells her. “You must have thought that I was a real douche.”

“I did.” She reaches over the front console to kiss him. “But I love your particular kind of douchery.”

He loses himself in the kiss, not even noticing when the other couple drives away.

++++++

_Mus_ _ée M_ _écanique-Fisherman’s Wharf_

When he took Katniss to the Mechanical Museum for their first date, it was originally at the bottom floor of the Cliff House, located next to Ocean Beach. When renovations began on the building, there was a major fight to keep it open.

So, it is now located at Pier 45 at Fisherman’s Wharf, right behind the many fish and clam chowder stalls.

“How did I stay away from Clam Chowder for so long?” Katniss balances the paper container holding her sourdough bread bowl full of the rich chowder. “Holy fuck, I think this just got me pregnant again!”

“I’d be jealous, but I’m getting a boner over this crab roll,” he replied, biting into the thick roll. Fresh crabmeat spills from it, landing in his paper tray. “Oh yeah…” Turning to Will, who was munching on his fish and chips. “How you doing, kiddo?”

“Yummy, Daddy!” comes the response from the toddler.

“Peeta?” Katniss sets down her bread bowl on the dashboard, her eyes serious. “Why are we doing this?”

He sits back for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“I don’t know,” he admits softly. “It’s just that we’ve been with her through every big moment. I guess I just feel like if we’re not part of this one, then we’re bound to not be part of any others.”

“Peeta…” Her hand reaches to squeeze his shoulder. “You can be such a sap sometimes. Kids don’t up and forget their parents—especially the good ones. And you are one of the good ones…the best one.” She frowns. “If our kids are going to resent anyone, it’s going to be me.”

Peeta is aghast at her statement. “Katniss!”

“I mean, you’ve been there for all the daily events while I’m just rushing to not be home late so I can tuck them in at night. I hate that I missed Rye’s first words and Will’s first steps! And you know if either of them becomes a psycho killer, you know who they’re going to blame? Me!”

“That’s a little extreme—”

“No, there is so much pressure sometimes to balance motherhood and still keep up in the work industry. You know how many female managers there are in my company? One—me. And I have to work harder and faster than any of the men. But then I’m failing at my homelife…”

“Katniss, I never knew you felt this way,” he says.

“I think it’s today…seeing our daughter possibly get engaged is bringing out a lot of feelings!” She crosses her arms, jutting her lower lip out in consternation. “I hate it.”

“We are a pair,” Peeta says, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “But we’re a team. Ride or die.”

She met his eyes tearily. “Like Vin Diesel and Paul Walker?”

“Yup, but we just drive an environmentally friendly car with car seats.”

They look up just in time to see Rye and Cian walking out of the Musée Mécanique. Their daughter is holding a strip of photos, the couple looking at it and laughing.

“I wonder what happened to our photo strip,” Katniss muses.

Peeta reaches into his pocket, pulling out the black leather wallet that the kids gave him for Father’s Day.

Unfolding it, he reaches into the long pocket and presents her with a worn photo strip.

“Ohmigod!” Katniss grabs it, looking at the photos of their teenage selves. “We’re so cute…I love this last one—you’re kissing my cheek!” She pressed the strip to her chest. “I can’t believe you kept this.”

“It was the best day of my life,” he told her. “It was the day I realized that you were it for me.”

“Good, because it was the same day for me, too.” Katniss kisses him on the cheek. “Should we head out? We might have lost them.”

Peeta starts the engine and looks to her. “I know their next destination.”

++++++

_Ruth Asawa’s San Francisco Fountain-Union Square_

Rye and Cian are already gone when they reach the large, circular fountain nestled between the Apple Flagship store and the Grand Hyatt. Will is fascinated by the spouting water, grabbing at Katniss’ hand so that they can watch the water at the top of the stairs.

It was windy, misting him as he looked over the bronze panels displaying San Francisco. He could see the Palace of Fine Arts and The Ferry Building along with the myriad of sights all interspersed together. His fingers moved over the Dragon Dance and then up to City Hall.

On the day that he told Katniss that he loved her, it was unbelievably warm—the usual for Autumn in San Francisco.

She was wearing a tank dress and Keds, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun—a sixteen-year-old goddess in his teenage eyes. They were shopping for Prim’s twelfth birthday which was the next weekend and had stopped to sit on the steps of the fountain.

As she rested against him, he turned to look and suddenly the words spilled from his lips.

Peeta had stiffened, realizing what he had said.

Katniss, however, turned to him and simply replied, “I love you, too.”

Who knew that twenty-plus years later they’d be back to this very spot along with their son?

His eyes go to Katniss and Will; his wife is helping the toddler down the steps to join him.

She gives him a smile. “You alright?”

Peeta nods, reaching for Will and swinging him up in the air. Their son smiles—her smile—and Peeta can’t help but fall in love with Katniss just a little bit more than he already does.

“Yes, just remembering something great,” he tells her.

Katniss moves next to him and smiles.

“I love you, too.”

++++++

_Big 4 Restaurant-Nob Hill_

“So, what should we do?” Katniss asks as they stand across the street from the Huntington Hotel where the younger couple had just entered for dinner. “I highly doubt they’ll allow us in with a two-year-old. Also, I’m wearing workout pants.”

He winks at her. “More like working those pants.”

Katniss shakes her head. “Get out of here—worst Dad joke ever.”

They settle on a grassy knoll of the park they are by; the Fairmont Hotel to their left and Grace Cathedral to their right. It’s a cool evening so Will is bundled in a jacket and knit cap; he is content to pull pieces of grass and roll them along his tiny palms. They tuck him between them as they look out at the entrance of The Big 4 Restaurant.

“Do you remember what you said when you proposed to me?” she asks with a tiny smile.

“Honestly…no.” Peeta turns to her. “I just remember being unable to breathe, so I just rushed it out before my throat closed up.”

Katniss chuckles. “I remember. I think when you rush your words you get louder. By the end of your speech, you were proposing to the whole restaurant.”

“But I got a yes, didn’t I?”

“You did,” she agrees. “Peeta…I told him.”

He meets her eyes. “Told who?”

“Cian,” Katniss admits quietly. “I know you weren’t crazy about him proposing so soon and with both of them being so young, but then he told me why and I couldn’t say no.”

“Why didn’t he ask me?” Peeta questions.

“Because he knows how hard this is on you,” she explains. “Cian understands that you and Rye have a special relationship. That it is going to be hard for you to let her go even if it is only figuratively.”

Katniss takes a deep breath.

“I told him about all these places because Rye believes we have a great love story. She wants to have the same one day. Cian thought that, by taking her to all the places where our story started, would be a great way to start their own.”

Peeta contemplates her words for a moment. The ache that once resided in his chest no longer burdens him and he thinks that he doesn’t want his daughter to feel like she’s leaving _him_ alone. Peeta has so much already; he has Katniss, and their children and now Cian.

Just because she might leave to start her own life, it doesn’t change that Rye will always be his little girl nor will it change that he is her father.

“Are you mad?” Katniss asks. “For me helping?”

Peeta stands, holding his hand out to her.

“No. In fact—” He draws her into a full kiss as Will hugs their legs. “—I think it’s time for Rye to start her love story…without us spying on her.” He takes her hand, entwining their fingers as she reaches for Will’s tiny hand. “Why don’t we continue our story?”

Katniss puts her head on his shoulder. “What do you suggest?”

Peeta has no idea, but there are thousands of secret spots around San Francisco for them to explore and create memories.

He can’t wait to find them.

**Author's Note:**

> Just in case you were wondering, Cian’s name is pronounced as ‘KEE-an’ and it means ancient. I kind of believe that he is an old soul which balances with Rye’s exuberance.
> 
> Of course, she says yes.
> 
> I’ve been to 3 of the 4 places that I’ve mentioned, but I’m hoping after all of this is over that Hubbs takes me to the Big 4 Restaurant.
> 
> You can find all places mentioned on the website Atlas Obscura—along with some other wonderful San Francisco gems.
> 
> If you’ve watched The Princess Diaries, you’ve most likely seen the Musée Mécanique in its old location at The Cliff House. It’s the scene where Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway arm wrestle the machine and take a set of pictures in the photo booth. You’ll also see Laughing Sal, the giant mechanical woman who is seen cackling inside of a plastic case.
> 
> I hope you enjoyed this Everlark slice of life in San Francisco!
> 
> Also, happy birthday keelaree! Love you!
> 
> Stay safe, wash your hands, practice social distancing.
> 
> -JLaLa


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